The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

You’re late, Silas. The clock says it’s four, and the gas lamps haven’t even kicked on yet, but the air in here tastes like rust and old pennies. I need you to get me into the archive room. Now. Elias Vane stood by the window, his back to the office, watching the gray slush of the street below. He was thirty years old, a junior clerk in the Department of Municipal Accounts, and for the last...

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